Eat My Caviar - Coffee Break

The moment my slave entered my luxurious apartment, I could sense the nervous energy radiating from him. He knew he had messed up big time, and I was about to make him pay for it. My slave had brought me a coffee, but of all the mistakes he could have made, he had brought me the one thing I couldn't stand: regular coffee! I had specifically instructed him to get me Lacto-free decaf, and yet here he was, holding a cup of pure caffeine. The smell of the roasted beans filled the air, and I felt my heart rate increase in frustration. "What did you bring me?" I asked, my voice cold and hard. "This is regular coffee! Didn't you hear what I said? I need decaf, Lacto-free!" He bowed his head, looking ashamed of himself. Taking the coffee from him, I made my way over to the nearby toilet bowl. "Since you can't seem to follow simple instructions," I said, pouring the coffee into the toilet, "you'll be cleaning up your own mess." As I flushed the toilet, my slave watched in horror as his coffee was swirled down the drain. "From now on, you'll do better research before buying anything for me," I warned him. "Now go grab yourself a Lacto-free decaf, and then come back here and clean up this mess." His face blushing bright red, he nodded and scurried away to complete his task. As he left, I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. It was so satisfying watching him squirm like that. Of course, I knew it wasn't right to take pleasure in someone else's discomfort, but in this case, it was a small price to pay for maintaining my strict dietary requirements. Besides, it wasn't as if he was harmed or anything; it was just a bit of toilet cleaning. After a few moments, the water in the bowl started swirling again, signaling that my slave had returned. Kneeling down beside the toilet, he grabbed a brush and started scrubbing the inside of the bowl. I watched as his face turned a deeper shade of red, staring at the disgusting film of coffee on the inside of the toilet. It was clear that this was his first time experiencing such a humiliating task, but he did as he was told without complaint. After all, he knew better than to challenge me. As I sat back down on the couch, enjoying the quiet sound of my slave's scrubbing, I couldn't help but wonder how far I could push this toilet slavery obsession. There were so many other things I could have him do. Maybe next time, I'd make him eat his own...No, I thought to myself, that was going too far. For now, I'd just stick to toilet cleaning. It was humiliating enough. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, my slave announced that the toilet was clean. Standing up, he bowed his head, silently waiting for my next command. "Very well," I said, giving him a small nod of approval. "You may go now. But remember, next time you forget something, there will be consequences." With that, he bowed again and exited my presence, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the faint aroma of coffee.